To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Following Through

It's so easy to miss the whole picture and only see one tiny little part.
Sometimes we get so caught up in the the emotions...that it's easy to forget to follow through with our thoughts. It's easy to meander through our twisting not look ahead and see where this fleeting piece of time will join together with another piece of fleeting time...where will it lead?
A moment of joy.
A moment of redemption.
A moment of grace...for ourselves or someone else?
Or will it join with another moment...perhaps a wisp of bitterness or frustration and twine around discouragement or a desire to justify and unload?
Will it lead to a time that can't be taken harsh words and dissension?
Yesterday I had a difficult encounter with myself. It's dangerous, that kind of encounter. Teetering on the edge of reason and clarity or total self focus...of holiness or flesh...wisdom or foolishness.
Where I was yesterday was a place that we all need to visit with caution and expectation. That place where we can truly see ourselves and deal with our sin. Caution because it's too easy to feel bad but not seek forgiveness. Expectation because He will bind up the wounds and make straight the crooked. Yesterday wasn't about my diet and losing weight. It was about always looking for the easy way...forsaking the hard roads even though it's better for me to walk those difficult paths. It wasn't about the rightness or wrongness of someone else's actions but about whether I truly believe what I say I believe about grace...about forgiveness...about being a people of reconciliation. It was about confessing sin and being receptive to being humbled. Being emptied out and waiting to be filled.